(keighley. 2: 59) you got your money, you got your car you got your bottle at the bar it doesn’t mean that, you’re anything a rich b*tch, a rich b*tch the public loves you, you’re gonna go far cause you’re throwin a charity bazaar it doesn’t mean that you give a d*mn watcha? you’re nothin but a rich b*tch a rich b*tch, a rich b*tch you expect me to spend my time loving you and pouring you wine you just might as well forget it i’m not your slave a rich b*tch, a rich b*tch the public loves you, you’re gonna go far cos the society makes you what you are but that doesn’t mean you’re ready to be whatcha? you’re lyin in the ditch, b*tch ? you’re gonna go,? you’re gonna go,? you’re gonna go,? b*tch!